Chapter 6
Joanie St. James was a face - and figure -well-known to millions of movie and TV watchers the world over.
Now in her mid-thirties, the voluptuous angel-faced redhead had basically the same set of stunning curves which had steamed up movie screens and speeded up the pulses of red-blooded male moviegoers when Joanie first made her debut at age twenty-one, playing an extra in a beach movie.
Joanie was born to wear a bikini and even though the producers of her first picture had signed her on as window dressing, easy on the eyes, the redhead was such a natural performer that she soon shot to stardom.
A variety of parts followed and she had worked for close to fifteen years in the industry, time only adding to her loveliness.
Now she, made a more than comfortable living, specializing in "other woman" roles, playing the torrid temptress of half a dozen different TV series.
Joanie had a perfect face - a stunning figure - she could even act, as long as she didn't have to play any Lady Macbeth parts.
Yet, surprisingly, Joanie St. James had never reached the top of her profession, never joined the ranks of the superstars.
This was more by inclination than anything else. Joanie was essentially lazy. She acted when she needed the money.
Other reasons contributed to her lesser status in the realm of stardom.
A primary reason was her private life. Even in a town as red-hot as Hollywood, Joanie St. James was too hot to handle.
She took her pleasures where she found them, took them early and often, with males and females equally receiving her erotic attentions.
Joanie sat next to Hal Henrys. The busty redhead was tall and leggy. Her hair was cut in thick, wavy curls dropping down to her shoulders.
She had green eyes and a bold scarlet mouth. She wore a pale green gown, lowcut, which showed off to best advantage the breathtaking depth of her stunning cleavage.
She sat with one hand cupping her chin, her green eyes hot and lingering as they scanned up and down Dana - a tasty little morsel the girl made!
Congressman Ted Fitzgerald was part of the select company. Coming from a Northeast industrial state, he was a young congressman with a big future and big plans.
He was hard and fit, with short dark hair, a clean-shaven face made up of hard unyielding pale planes and shrewd dark brown eyes.
He had a taste for the ladies and the girls and had fallen into that circle of jet-setting Washingtonian society which reflected his own passions.
Curled next to and around him was his current companion - for the night, at least -the bosomy brunette athlete, Sue Lynn Castle.
Hair like night, inky and thick, framed her face of startling golden loveliness. She combined jet-black hair with a deep golden tan and pale blue eyes.
Skiing was her game and she had the Olympic medals to prove it. She had retired from active competition and now made those lucrative personal appearances and endorsements. She was full-figured, fit, fantastically shaped.
Joanie and Samantha were more glamorously dressed, in lowcut evening gowns. Sue Lynn dressed more casually, to be sure.
She had been recruited from the world of sports. Like Samantha - a whore - and Joanie - an actress - brunette Sue Lynn shared a total involvement with her body. Despite her wholesome, ail-American good looks and squeaky clean personal image, Sue Lynn was a sex freak.
Tonight the circle of jaded jet-setters had a new toy - Dana.
Dana served the drinks - in the nude.
Samantha had kept the girl on the sidelines at first, letting the tension build among her friends, firing up their eagerness.
Samantha kept the girl out of sight for the first part of the get-together, at last summoning Dana from the bedroom where she had waited.
All eyes turned toward the bedroom door as the naked teen emerged from it.
Dana's face was hot and flushed. Schooled now in the proper attitudes of respect, she kept her face and eyes properly downcast and lowered.
A collective intake of hissed breath issued from the four guests individually as they took in the sight of this delicious, submissive and totally available young femme.
Samantha called the girl to her chair. She slipped her arm around Dana's waist and held the girl. Samantha smiled as she possessively stroked the girl.
Dana was doubly thrilled. She knew who some of the guests were, although Samantha had mentioned them only by their first names.
After all, Dana was no stranger to the world of the famous, since her celebrated daddy, the General, was one of the mighty movers and shakers of the administration.
Dana and her younger sister, Jennifer, had always been shielded from intense press coverage and scrutiny and kept from the public eye.
This was done for security reasons as much as for anything else. But the result was, that while the General was extremely well-known, the girls were unknown.
Dana knew who Ted Fitzgerald was - he belonged to the opposition party and had crossed verbal swords with the General at more than one committee hearing.
Hal Hank Henrys was equally known to her, through the papers. In fact, Dana had even seen him in person, at one of the infrequent official receptions she had been permitted to attend.
It gave Dana a real kick to know that she was just being desired as herself, for herself and her hot young teen flesh, rather than as the daughter of one of the most important men in Washington, D.C.
She shivered inside, just thinking of what the reaction of the assembled guests would be, if they knew that the naked girl who so fetchingly and submissively served their drinks and in general acted like the perfect model of a submissive slave girl, was in reality the daughter of the celebrated General Hawker!
But the guests had no idea that the luscious teen laid out before them in all her glossy nudity was anything than Samantha's latest love toy.
Now it was time to play with that toy ...
Samantha caressed the girl more openly. Samantha lounged in her chair, face arrogant and sensual and full of pride.
"This is my dear little darling girl," Samantha cooed for the benefit of her jaded friends. She squeezed Dana's hip.
Her caressing hand slid with leisurely pace up and down the girl's flanks, stroking her thin thighs, fingering the softly tufted bush.
She put her hand between Dana's legs. "Open up, darling."
Obediently, Dana moved her feet wider apart, opening her thighs and exposing her pussy. The guests leaned forward to take a better view.
Samantha's carefully manicured fingernails scraped lightly up and down the girl's pussy lips, making them quiver with sensation.
"Dana's a darling little girl," Samantha crooned. "But like so many youngsters, she does have one or two bad habits I'm working to free her of."
She patted, then squeezed Dana's bare bottom. "My little lover has a tendency to play with her pussy and touch herself where she shouldn't."
"Where I come from," Hal Henrys drawled, "back in Texas, we know how to handle a high-spirited little filly like that!"
"Tell me about it," Joanie said in a sexy little-girl voice.
Samantha commanded, "Show us how you play with your pussy, Dana."
Dana, excited by the order, said, "You mean, you want me to do it in front of everybody, Samantha?"
"Indeed, yes, Dana."
Dana lowered her head and kept her eyes downcast, as though shy. She put her hand between her legs, where Samantha's hand had been a moment ago.
Dana stroked her pussy lips, the tender labia quivering and rippling as she rubbed her fingers up and down on them.
Shivers rolled up and down her spine. Her nipples became throbbing points of stiffness which stood out on the tips of her pear-shaped breasts.
Her fingers moved faster now. She was into the game. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed, while her expression was totally self-absorbed.
Samantha felt and fondled the girl's buttocks while she touched herself. Dana's fingers split and spread her pussy lips, flashing bright wet pink.
Juices shone on her fingers as she continued to rub and touch herself. Dana breathed slowly and deeply with a little sobbing catch in her voice.
She gyrated her hips, rocking them forward, backward, to the sides. More hot juices simmered in the tender slit between her legs.
"Oh, I think that's quite enough, Dana," Samantha teased. "I don't want you to bring yourself off just yet."
"She can bring me off," Hal Henrys said, squeezing the massive bulge which rose tentlike from the crotch of his trousers.
"You heard the gentleman, dear ... take care of his needs," Samantha said.
Dana crossed the living room. Each step she took sent more sensations rippling hotly through her sensitive pussy lips.
She stood in front of Hal and Joanie. Hal sat slightly leaning forward, arms resting across the tops of his legs, head forward, shoulders hunched.
Joanie leaned back, elbow resting on an arm of the sofa, chin resting on the hand of that arm, eyes moving up and down Dana's delicious form.
"How may I be of assistance to you, sir?" Dana asked prettily.
Ted Fitzgerald said approvingly, "Here's a refreshing change - a youngster with manners! I haven't seen one like her for a long time!"
"Don't let her sugar-sweetness fool you," Samantha laughed. "I've had to give Dana extensive instruction in manners and I anticipate that there'll be much more training for her in the future. But, not to turn her head, I must say that she's coming along nicely."
Hal Henrys drew thick lips Lack in a wolfish grin. "What can you do for me, little lady? Well, for starters, you can get down on your knees right in front of me and suck my cock. That sound all right to you?"
"More than all right, sir," Dana said.
"Get to it then, darling."
Dana's legs buckled at the knees and she stood on them in front of the Texan. Hal stood, his erection straining mightily at the crotch of his trousers.
"My God, Hal, what kind of weapon are you packing under those pants?" joked Sue Lynn. "You've got a godawfully big thing!"
"It's a mouthful all right," Joanie St. James laughed.
The redhead leaned toward Hal, her creamy breasts jiggling in the cups of the green gown which held them, so that they threatened to fall free of the support.
She pressed her palm against the erection of the Texan. Hal groaned with lust as the actress fondled him through, his trousers.
Joanie's fingers expertly found the catch of his trousers, undid them, pulled down the zipper. A shiver of sexual anticipation shot up Dana's spine as she heard the then metallic whirring of the zipper coming down.
Hal's pants fell down his legs, which were thick like oaks and landed in a heap of fabric at his feet.
Joanie carefully pulled down his shorts, pulling them down like she was taking off the foil wrapping on a baked potato.
As his shorts came down, his stiff member jutted down, a club of throbbing flesh which flopped down in front of Dana's face.
The twitching member jumped and jerked in front of her. He took hold of his thing with one hand and put his other hand on the back of her head.
She rubbed the cock head against her angelic features. Rosy red spots of color shone on her cheeks. The cock head rippled across her face.
He patted the top of her head, sat down, pants and shorts hobbling his ankles, hairy muscular thighs spread open.
He summoned Dana, who inched forward on her knees, coming to him. She pressed her palms on the tops of his warm, flexing thighs.
She ran her pink pointed tongue across her pert rosebud lips. Hal held his cock, gripping it by the base and holding it upright.
Dana pressed her puckered lips against the head of the cock and smooched it wetly.
"Open up, here comes the love train," chuckled Hal.
Dana parted her lips and opened her jaws. She put her mouth around the knobbed cock head, pressing her lips against the shaft below the rim of the head.
Suction from her mouth made Hal Hank Henrys squirm in a matter of seconds.
"Ummmmm, look at that hungry little bitch go at it," murmured Joanie.
Dana took the member deeper into her mouth. Her mouth sucked the rod, while her tongue caressed the underside of the swollen shaft.
She bobbed her head up and down. Hal was tremendously aroused by the sight of his swollen red shaft sinking inside the pouting mouth of a teen angel.
Saliva streamed down the sides of her mouth, stretched as it was by the width of his cock, which thrust to and fro in her mouth.
Dana bobbed her head in response. Her ponytail shook like a snake over her shoulders as her sucking head moved up and down.
The ponytail flailed across the taut thighs of Hal Henrys, who sat rigid in the sofa, rocking his hips back and forth to work his member in her mouth.
The guest moved closer, eyes smoldering, lips moist from being licked, bodies burning with the heated lust which they all shared in common.
And the girl - why, they would have her in common and share her, too.
Dana sucked Hal Henrys until he came in her mouth. When he came, his sweaty palms pressed her cheeks and held her head in place.
His cock was in her mouth, its head stuffed in the back of her throat. The shaft swelled against her lips and pressed her tongue.
Groans were squeezed from Hal Henrys as his semen spurted and shot from his swollen penis, spewing into Dana's mouth.
He came so heavily, in such great quantities, that at first she couldn't swallow it all and her eyes bulged and her cheeks expanded.
Hal held her head in place, while Dana kept on sucking and slurping. Masses of come oozed down the golden gullet.
Hal gave a great last groan and slumped back into the cushions of the couch, sweat plastering down his shirt to his broad thick torso.
His face burned bright red and his mouth was open and moaning. His cock was still stiff inside Dana's mouth and continued to give out with quivering, tremors, squeezing more oozing drops of come down her throat.
Dana held the cock in her mouth even after it had stopped coming. She was on her knees, with her head bowed and a member fitted in her mouth and throat.
Her eyes were nearly closed, thick lashes fluttering. Her lips felt the throbbing tremors of the pulses pounding in Hal's cock.
There was a rustle of clothes behind her. Someone was getting undressed, but Dana didn't know who, since her eyes were closed.
"Hal, old sport, how's about sharing out this little darling?" Ted said.
"Yeah, come on, Hal, you've had your turn," Sue Lynn complained. "Now give us the same chance that you had!"
Weakly murmuring assent, dazed from his devastating orgasm, Hal pushed upwards, freeing Dana's mouth from his swollen member.
His cock popped free of her mouth. A strand of come spilled in the corner of her lips. Out stabbed Dana's pink pointed tongue to spear the strand and lick it up and swallow it. Hands from behind hooked under her arms.
Dana rose to her feet, assisted by Congressman Ted Fitzgerald, who was now quite as naked as herself and ready for action.
He had a hard, fit body, with broad shoulders of flexing muscle, a thick chest, fiat belly and a stiffly swollen member.
Hal Henry's cock was thicker, but Ted's was longer, if thinner. He embraced Dana from behind, his swollen erection rubbing her bare buttocks.
His hardness slid up and down her soft behind, the bottom flesh rippling and jiggling as the swollen penis caressingly glided over it.
He reached in front of her, to fasten his hands on her breasts. He fondled them, teasing their stiff nipples, kneading and pulling them.
As he felt up her breasts, he continued rubbing his cock against her backside. One hand now drifted down from her breasts, down between her legs.
Dana opened her thighs for him. His thick strong fingers felt out the contours of her pussy lips, stroking them forcefully.
He pressed a finger to her slitted pussy lips and put it between them. Dana gasped as she was penetrated by the invading finger.
She was tight and the finger fit tightly in her. She was wet and her juices seethed against the finger as it slid in and out.
Ted fingered her to distraction. His finger was still inside her as he half-carried, half-walked the girl to a nearby bench.
Her legs bent at the knees, she was put face-down over the bench, which was at waist height and whose top was made of padded black leather cushions.
Ted knelt down behind her. He put his hand between her legs and moved her knees wider apart, spreading her thighs to open her to him.
Her pussy shone with juices which her masturbation had smeared there and his fingering of her had added to.
He pressed the tip of his stiff elongated penis to her pussy lips. He pressed the tip against the inner warm wetness of her pussy.
His cock head pried open her thin, exquisite pussy lips. Dana lay stretched out on the bench, with her small shapely breasts pressed flat and spreading to the sides, spilling their warm softnesses on the black leather cushion.
Joanie St. James was stripping the clothes from Sue Lynn. Off came Sue Lynn's knitted ski-sweater, showing lush breasts cupped in a pink bra.
Off came the bra. Sue Lynn's masses of raven hair fell like curtains on either side of her face and fell across the tops of her breasts.
She slipped out of her open bra. Joanie pressed against her from behind, her own warm breast tops rubbing against Sue Lynn's back.
She reached around to the front of the brunette to fondle her breasts. Joanie held Sue Lynn's shapely breasts, one in each hand.
She had her fingers spread on each breast so that the nipples jutted out from between the fingers. She opened and closed those fingers, squeezing the nipples.
While Joanie fondled her breasts, Sue Lynn took down her pants by herself. She wore skin-tight pants of a shining, elastic material.
This fabric was molded to her flesh, showing every fold and fissure, outlining the high hard buns of her bottom, her strong thighs, the mound of her pussy, even the folds of her pussy lips where the crotch of those pants hugged her.
She squirmed, shaking her hips from side to side as she wriggled out of the pants, taking them down her hips, rolling them to the tops of her thighs, exciting Dana with a flash of her thick black bush and dark, full pussy lips.
Sue Lynn stripped and moved to make use of Dana's mouth.